Rough Draft

On the way home,
This car hears my confessions.
I think I'll take the long way home.

I'm seriously pissed with the radio. Annonymous songs that I used to listen to are being overplayed and it's freaking spoiling the damn song. What was to be a love ballad is now without meaning; like a rose without petals. For heaven's sake, let them pretty things live.

Okay, I shall do my part as a true blogger.

Starting from Friday, I had absolute fun with two diferent groups of friends, that is, N293 and my previous Secondary 1 and 2 class. It was interesting to note that during the trip to East Coast with N293 (which consisted of mostly girls), the atmosphere was so much different from that of my old class's annual barbeque. Imagine the air filled with giggles and laughters, to one filled with that of dark metal music throbbing in the air. Imagine the people in N293 playing strange, funny games and laughing at one another, to that of a group of rowdy boys playing soccer and trying out tricks on one another, with shouts of "Yes!" and groans in the air. Imagine me trying to be a good, good boy in east coast, talking not too little, not too much, and when I was at Steven's, laughing and making fun of my fellow old classmates.

Yes, it was THAT much of a difference, but what was common was: The company is loveee. <3

(By the way, my score with my old 'rival' Albert is 3-0, yes, let me gloat about it. I nutmegged him three times, heehee.)

And this damp air,
It's fighting my defroster.
My sighs they ring victorious,
And fog this tinted glass.

Okay, next was Saturday. Had a whole lot of plans drawn out beforehand, but when the actual day came, I just went for cell group hahaha. Cell group was combined, and as usual, games, messages, and fellowship. Played more games related to the mooncake festival afterwards, and taught Jacqueline a teeny weeny bit of "More Than Words".

Other than church on Sunday, the other amusing thing that happened was the quiz-mania that happened at night. I sent a quiz to some people, and very soon, lots more came back to me, so much so that my computer hung under too much pressure. Fun fun fun. :D

And it's clouded.
And so is my head.

And yes, today! Went out with old schoolmates from GESPS and watched "John Tucker Must Die". I'd admit it's worth 7 bucks, but not one cent more. John Tucker's pretty cute actually, haha. I bet if sucha person really exists, the queue for him would have existed too. And I have the song the other Tucker brother sang, haha! Okay, had lunch and bowled at Kim Seng after that.

There you are, what happened the past few days. I'm alive and well, and despite getting quite a disappointing result for English, it wasn't as bad as I had thought it'd be. Now now, I had better be a good boy and touched on a little bit of books.

The hint of these new tears are sharp,
And I try to choke them back.
But it's useless,
I'm useless against them.

I'm apologetic that my posts lack appeal now, haha. I'm sorry, must be the revision. Or the weather. Or the keyboard. Maybe the computer? No no, of course it isn't me. :D

Okay, my dear blog. I'm thinking of shutting you down, really, really soon. If the audience have objections, please don't sue me for murder.

They're beating me with ease.

posted by cigarettelove @ 7:53 AM